private SUGAR SCRUB ⚘ deerpaw

[leafhusk]

leafhusk’s been counting the days mentally. a pawful of sunrises left, and she’s free into her usual routine. she missed patrolling thunderclan’s territory, she wanted to see how the leaves were changing color. when the branches are stripped this time of year, it’s easier to see the sky.

the day in thunderclan goes by without her doing much, again. cats wish the recovering their condolences, and drop by with food. no one sticks around, though, a part of her wonders if it’s because of the recovering traitor sleeping in the way back. or the horrible odor of herbs radiating off the injured. both, most likely, leafhusk concludes. it’s lonely, but she won’t admit that.

she settles outside the medicine den, allowing herself to breathe momentarily from the overcrowded space. moving isn’t easy, so she tries not to shuffle around, even while the herbs wrapped on her body make her itch. tawny ears perk at the gangly form of deerpaw, someone she hasn’t seen in awhile.

"deerpaw! hey," she calls in a stage whisper, "can you grab me a vole from the pile? everyone only gives me birds," it’s a fine meal to have, unfortunately a tedious one when you’re on a poppy seed and meat diet.

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[DEERPAW.]

With green - leaf slowly spiraling into leaf - fall, where the leaves changeing colors to various colors such as orange and yellows. Where the towering, twisting branches are bare for cats to see the sky in its full glory. Long dark forelegs stretch out in front of him, the tortoiseshell apprentice arches his back from outside the... apprentices den. He was uncomfortable being in close proximity to the younger naive traitors. Easily bruised eyebags have settled under his eyes with multiple sleepless nights. Tossing and turning in his own nest with bristled fur. He was so so tired.

Deerpaw shakes his longer coat out after his stretching. Not really bothered with fixing his appearance, what really was the point of that when he's just... Going to get dirty again? With a twitch of his tail, he drags his paws towards the fresh - kill pile. He eventually makes it, dodging some clanmates on the way there with a small frown. An ear twitches at a sound of a voice. Leafhusk's voice.

He turns his head towards the fawn sepia, then shuffles over with slow dragged out steps. He blinks when the warrior asks him to grab a vole from the fresh-kill pile. "...Oh, O-okay." He nods, turning his lanky frame walking away to get what she requested. He makes it to the fresh-kill pile, bending his head down to nose at the prey until finding a vole. He grabs it, turning himself away with a slow flick of his tail to slither back to Leafhusk. Deerpaw places the vole in front of the lead warrior, after that he shuffles back– keeping his head down. "Um, t-there you go..." Plopping his rump onto the ground, he squeezes his arms together, curling his tail around his paws.

﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑮𝑶𝑨𝑻'𝑺 𝑬𝑮𝑮 ᯓ★ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃

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• ( I-I CAN'T H-HANDLE IT! ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ♰ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ DEERPAW. ╱ thunderclan apprentice
  ⸝⸝ amab ; HE / HIM ; 9 MOONS OLD & AGES EVERY 26TH.
  ✶ homosexual, ace / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a scrawny longhaired black/dark ginger tortoiseshell tom with low white and hazel eyes.
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, 4d4344" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like mud &. damp earth musk

  all opinions are ic! he's morbid and he sucks </3 ♱

  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone

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[leafhusk]

the canopy of branches felt suffocating the first few days back. it choked her mind, twisting ugly thoughts behind her eyes while she slept. the incense of the healer’s den was ironically, a welcoming distraction– she could breathe in the putrid sent of herbs to clear her thoughts. leafhusk wished they killed the remaining traitors instead of sending them to lick their wounds past the borders, it’d have helped at least half of her paranoid feelings.

unlike deerpaw, she doesn’t think of the apprentices who were on the wrong side. their mentors poisoned their vulnerable brains, pushed fear into their bones to do right for a thunderclan that only existed to them. it is weird, though, to be training the former tyrant’s apprentice. fadingpaw looked more relaxed than mottledpaw, thankfully, but she wonders if it’s due to the colorpoint existing in a different family tree.

the faux tortoiseshell hears her call, and her golden eyes blink while they watch the apprentice come back with her food. she grins, amused at how plump the piece of prey looked. "thank you! share with me, i don’t mind." a sepia paw pushes the vole around, it’s face gaping up at deerpaw. she takes a hearty bite of the meat.

she struggles to guess if he’s more exhausted than usual. the former loner kit always had a bug-eyed appearance to him, she remembers how spindly he looked when she found him. he’s grown into his limbs, but there’s still the skeletal appearance he prefers to carry. when she used to oversee training sessions with addersnap, she’d always notice how he’d stick out like a thorn in your pad. nothing wrong with that, it unfortunately… comes with living beyond the forest.

"how are things? i hope you’re re-adjusting to things going back to normal." she asks, shifting her head to discreetly wipe prey remains off it.

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